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244 pages
First published May 1, 1929
Monsieur de Clergerie was a little man, dark and mournful, with the head of a rat. And his uneasiness was also that of a rat, with the same little precise movements and the perpetual agitation of their land. Twelve boring volumes were written on his narrow face, where a secret vigilant preoccupation was always at work, now become so intimate a part of himself that he was not even aware of its existence, could not put it into intelligible words. He plotted the downfall of his rivals in his scrupulous and laborious way but without the least expenditure of hate. He believed that he was merely weighing his chances. ... His malevolence, which was more like ingenious folly, was harmful only to fools less ingenious than himself. p.5Actually, the celebrated but unscrupulous psychiatrist, La Pérouse, had brainwashed Clergerie into believing he had done him good and while the susceptible father was considering if he wanted La Pérouse to see Chantal, the disreputable quack, now added Guilt to his weapons of head-destruction. The time of this novel was the early 1900s when the 'science' of psychiatry was still new and the rich and relatively-so were victims of their own wealth.